All the Sweet Tomorrows (48 page)

Skye laughed. “I needed convincing,” she admitted. “You must understand, Talitha, that I am an Englishwoman, a respectable widow with children. The thought that I should never see my babies again, never return to my own land, was not only frightening but heartbreaking to me.”

“But now you accept your fate?” Talitha looked a little disbelieving.

“What choice do I have?” Skye asked.

“And our lord Kedar?”

“He is different from any man I have ever known,” Skye said slowly, not quite sure what it was Talitha wanted her to say.

Talitha laughed. “He is a hard man, Muna, but believe me, there are worse masters. All Kedar demands is perfect obedience in his bed. The rest will be easy if you are not a gossip, for he hates those whose tongues wag incessantly.

“You’ll probably be spared his company for a while, however,
as you have had him all to yourself these last two months. Kedar needs variety and, like a large honeybee, he will now begin to go from flower to flower until he is sated once more.” She smiled mischievously at Skye. “I imagine you can use the rest, Muna. Our lord and master can be quite exhausting, and I don’t believe I have ever known anyone who spent two solid months catering to him. It is indeed possible you are the first woman to be that long with him.”

“I will do whatever my lord commands me,” Skye said sweetly.

Talitha laughed once more. “You
must
be in Kedar’s favor,” she said, amused. “Well, we shall see! I will leave you and your servant now to rest,” she ended and, turning, left the room.

The door had no sooner closed behind her than Zada began to chatter busily. “What a fine room! Look at the view, my lady Muna. These carpets are very good, aren’t they? Ohh, the couch is large, isn’t it? I imagine the lord Kedar will visit you here, for you are in his favor. How fortunate we are to have such a rich master! We can be very happy here, but of course it would be wise for you to become pregnant as quickly as possible. Dagan says that the lord Kedar will probably marry you, and never before has he taken a wife. What an honor for you!”

“Be silent, chatterbox!” Skye said. “Don’t you realize that harem walls have ears! The lord Kedar is undoubtedly quite tired of me by now and, as the lady Talitha has said, will seek solace among the variety of his other women. You must expect nothing, Zada.”

“If he were bored, mistress, you would not have been given this fine chamber with its beautiful, thick rugs, silk hangings upon the wall, and a couch large enough for two people.”

Skye ignored her servant’s babble and, changing the subject, said, “Find out where the baths are, and if I may bathe at any time I choose. It has been over a month since we left Algiers, and in all that time I have not had a decent wash. I want a bath as quickly as possible.”

“Of course, you must be perfection when our lord Kedar comes to you tonight.”

Her mistress ignored her remark, and Zada hurried from the room, full of importance and certainty. Skye frankly hoped that Talitha’s assessment of the situation was the correct one, and that she would not be troubled by Kedar for several days at the very least. She looked about the room. The walls were tiled halfway up, as was the rest of the house, in lovely turquoise blue
and pure white. Above them the wall was painted white, and the wooden moldings were stained a dark brown. The white ceiling had large, dark beams, and between each beam was painted a design of turquoise blue and black swirls and dots. The dark-stained wooden floor had a large thick carpet in shades of gold and white with a knotted white fringe. There were several small square carpets in turquoise and white beneath the windows, and two that were oval-shaped, one on either side of the large couch.

The couch itself was a square set upon a gilded dais. It had a large feather and down mattress, and was covered in turquoise-and-gold-striped silk. There were wonderful large pillows, both plain and embroidered in several shades of rose, upon the couch. The room also had some nicely designed carved chairs, and two brass tray tables, one large, one small, as well as both hanging and portable lamps in ruby glass, brass, and copper.

As Zada returned she was preceded by several eunuchs who brought in Skye’s beautifully fitted trunks and, at Zada’s instructions, set them about the room.

All the eunuchs but one departed, and Zada introduced the one. “This is Min’da, your personal eunuch, my lady Muna. You see, I told you that you were important to our lord Kedar,” she finished smugly.

Skye lightly slapped Zada’s cheek. “You are overproud, Zada. I am blessed by Allah to have our lord Kedar’s attention. May I always be able to please him. But if Allah should will it otherwise, then may I accept my portion as gracefully as I now accept what he has given me.”

The eunuch, a light-skinned Negro, half smiled. “You are indeed wise, my lady Muna. Dagan says that you will go far, and it may be that he is correct.”

Skye’s eyes met those of the eunuch. He was his master’s man, of that she was certain; and Zada would also be loyal to Kedar. She was truly alone. What if Hamal had decided at the last minute not to help her? What if Niall had finally pushed the princess beyond her endurance, and been killed during the month in which she had been traveling from Algiers to Fez? How could she get word to Osman, and even if she did how could he help her now? Skye was tired, dirty, and under emotional strain. Helpless tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks.

“You, Zada!” Min’da snapped. “Help me to get your mistress to the baths. She is exhausted, and needs to be bathed and
then allowed to rest.” He put a strong arm about Skye. “Come now, my lady Muna, and let me help you.”

Skye sagged against the eunuch, relieved for the moment to have an excuse to put her worries from her mind. She did need a bath, and she did need to rest. From the first day she had met Kedar, over two months back, there had not been a night she hadn’t been forced to cater to his whims, except for the few days when her link with the moon was broken and she was considered unclean. She let herself be led off, and within minutes was soaking and steaming all her worries and troubles away.

Min’da was obviously well respected among the bath women, for they did not seem to resent either his presence or his quick orders regarding her comfort. “What is your fragrance?” he asked her quietly.

“Damask rose,” she said softly, and he nodded, his eyes approving.

“It is the perfect fragrance for you. Few can wear its blend of sophistication and innocence well.”

The bath women exclaimed with delight over Skye’s fair skin, fairer than that of any of the other harem women, they said. The Fasi aristocracy prized fair skin, in both men and women alike. They also were lavish in their praise of her hip-length black hair, which they washed gently, lathering a wonderful rose-scented soap into thick suds that gently removed the trail dust from her beautiful tresses. Twice they washed her hair, afterward rinsing it thoroughly, the final rinse a mixture of herbal vinegar and water for shine, the bath mistress said.

Skye was beginning to feel relaxed. She had been washed, pumiced, and denuded of the little body hair they could find on her. Now, while two young slave girls dried and brushed her hair, she lay on her stomach and enjoyed an expert massage. A most soothing rose lotion was smoothed over her skin and rubbed into her body with long, firm strokes. She didn’t even protest when they massaged her breasts and belly.

Skye was but half awake when they stood her up, slipping a white gauze chamber robe over her now clean body. Min’da lifted her in his arms and carried her back from the baths to her room, setting her gently upon her large couch. “That was wonderful,” she murmured at him, and he smiled down at her.

“Are the tears gone now, lady Muna?”

“Yes,” she said and, closing her eyes, appeared to sleep.
With a satisfied nod the eunuch left the room, giving instructions to Zada as he went.

“Let her sleep for exactly six hours. I will be ready then with a meal for her, and the master will join her at the eleventh hour tonight. Do you understand?”

“The lord Kedar will visit her tonight?
Really?”
Zada’s eyes were round with satisfaction, and her smile was a trifle smug.

“I have said it, woman,” the eunuch snapped. “I do not say what I do not know or mean. Remember that in future. If we are to work together for lady Muna’s eventual triumph over the rest of the women then you must obey my instructions and not question me, Zada. I have been in lord Kedar’s harem for seven years now, and I know all there is to know, and more.”

“If you are so important, Min’da,” Zada retorted, “then tell me why it is you have not succeeded with one of your charges before?”

“I almost did two years ago,” was the reply, “but the ungrateful wretch escaped my vigilance, and was caught cuckolding my lord Kedar with one of his guard. The little fool almost destroyed me and had it not been for Dagan’s intervention, I, too, might have died. Dagan, however, convinced my lord Kedar that I was not to blame, and he spared me. I have been used on general duty in the harem ever since, but today Dagan once more gave me my own charge, the lady Muna. I will succeed with her, and if you follow my lead, Zada, you will also find yourself in a place of honor, as personal maid to our lord Kedar’s only wife. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Zada nodded, now more respectful, but also still curious. “Why is Dagan so good to you?” she asked. “Why should he care if you succeed or not?”

“Dagan is my brother,” Min’da said, and then he haughtily stalked from the room.

Skye had heard it all, and with Min’da’s final words to Zada she again felt depressed. Min’da had obviously been the personal eunuch to the unfortunate girl from Cathay whom Kedar had beaten to death. Now given a second chance, he would be virtually impossible to elude, and if she could not evade his watchfulness how could she aid her beloved Niall? With a little sob Skye turned her face into one of the pillows and wept softly.
Niall!
she cried in her heart.
My darling husband, where are you? Niall!
Without even realizing it, she fell into a troubled sleep, a sleep made restless by faceless and frightening images that arose from the depths to haunt her; and while she fought
against her tortured dreams Niall Burke fought against a nightmare of another kind.

Skye would have been shocked by his appearance had she seen her husband now. Eight inches taller than his wife, his months in the galleys had hardened his elegant frame, giving him strong muscles where once there had only been their suggestion. Still, he was far too thin.

His big nude body was spread wide upon a large couch, his long arms and legs manacled to prevent his escape. His midnight-colored hair was longer, and his silvery eyes were now the lackluster gray of dirty pewter. The elderly crone who served as his female eunuch had already fed him with the spiced drink that was always ordered for him before these sessions with Turkhan. At first he had refused to drink it, and spit it out when they forced it down his throat. There had been no admonishments on his behavior, but the next time a tube of sheep intestine was jammed down his throat into his stomach, and the liquid poured through it. The third time the cup was again handed to him, but the female eunuchs stood by ready to use the tubing should he prove difficult. Niall Burke had drunk down the potent liquid then, having no doubt in his mind that they would use force again if they had to.

He was already beginning to feel the peculiar euphoria that began shortly after the liquid entered his body, and to his disgust his anxieties were once more melting away as his breathing began to grow slower and more shallow. He seemed to lose control of himself every time they pressed the goblet on him and induced him to drink, and he didn’t understand it; but then as his inhibitions slid away he demanded petulantly of the eunuch, “Rabi, where are my sweets?”

The old one cackled merrily. “So eager, so eager,” she said. “You are always so eager for the comfits, Ashur. Open your mouth then, and I shall pop them in. You will like them tonight, for they are your favorite—vanilla.”

Obediently Niall opened his mouth, and Rabi fed him the candies. The jellied squares with their bright jewel colors fascinated him. They tasted so good, sweet, and strongly vanilla-flavored. They had never had anything like them at home in Ireland.
Ireland!
Dear God, would he ever survive to get back there again? He had to survive! That was why he so docilely accepted the spiced drink and the sweets they fed him each time Princess Turkhan wanted him in her bed.

In the beginning he had fought her like a madman, and they had chained him like an animal in her garden until he had regained some measure of sanity. He had welcomed his release from the Turkish galley where he had been incarcerated since his recovery from Darragh’s attack. He had almost lost track of the time, for that was how it was when one’s life was confined to a rower’s bench. When, however, he had learned that he had been purchased to serve as a stud animal to an Eastern princess, he had gone wild. He had tried explaining to Turkhan, who spoke fluent French, their one common language, that he was an aristocrat in his own land; that he was willing to pay whatever ransom she desired; that he had a beautiful wife and two children he longed to return to in Ireland; that he was Lord Niall Burke.

“I shall call you Ashur,” had been her answer. “Do you know what Ashur means, my tall one? It means
warlike one
, and I can tell,” here she ran her tiny hand slowly over his bulging biceps, “that you are indeed a fierce warrior.”

Nothing he had said had penetrated her brain, he decided, and so he began to explain again. Turkhan had waved her hand impatiently, saying, “I heard you the first time, Ashur, now you will hear me. I am not interested in purchasing captives for ransom. I am a wealthy woman, a connoisseur, a collector of beautiful things; and you are a beautiful thing. Never have I seen such blue eyes, my tall one. I suspect that you are a good lover, and I shall teach you to be an even better one, I promise you.”

“
Never!
” he spat angrily at her.